An Unconventional Valentine
The other night myboyfriend asks me:
“Whatshould we do for Valentine’s day?”
I hadn’t given it much of any thought
so I shrugged and replied “up to you”
His face sorta changed
in this disheartened way
and he asked me
“what happened to that hopeless romantic I used to know?
the one who
made plans for valentine’s day in june
and sweetest day sugar cookies
and celebrated national Nutella day too
because you claimed there was no sweeter
pairing in the world than hazelnut and chocolate spread
and their union between bread just inspired you?
(it’s a real day February 5)
what happened to that?
did my jeering at hokey holidays kill it?
did I unintentionally ruin romance for you?”
I didn’t have the wordsjust then
but I knew it wasn’t dead
no, our relationship isn’t new
but the spark isn’t gone
just…evolved
lit with a different sort of flame
that feels much more like the fireplace of home
romance isn’t a bouquet of flowers for us
it’s Sunday evening scratch-offs
to make grocery shopping less mundane
it’s divide and conquer household chores
then rewarding ourselves with Netflix and a glass of $4 champagne
It’s not shiny jewelry in alittle blue Tiffany’s box
it’s taking the driver’s seat during our morning commute
so I can have that golden, extra 22 minutes to finish my makeup routine
it’s at least pretending to still love my cat
even though he mistook your bag for his litter box…again…
we’re not Shakespearean love sonnets
we’re a little more..Dr. Suess, and
i would not trade that for a million bucks
I would not trade that for a new pair of chucks
we’re a little less notebook or twilight cheesiness
and a little more, oddities season one
a strange pairing of pickled conjoined fetal pigs
that might be of distaste to some
but endearing to us
our relationship isn’t the expensive steak dinner type
we realize the gourmet in a crave case
or T.G.I.F Friday’s if the coupon is right
and Gordon Ramsay would even commend
your top-of-the-line sloppy joes
and the lemonade you squeeze by hand
maybe our romance isn’t a sarah mclauglan tune
but it’s changing song lyrics in the car
in a more crass knock-off of weird Al
and continuing to say “oh we should write this down!”
as if it would be a hit to anyone besides me and you
it’s not about delving into a box of godiva chocolates
after enjoying a couple’s massage
it’s delving into conversation of our deepest disappointments and dreams
and feeling safe enough to share my most personal poetry with you
it’s the way I barelyeven had to ask
about my best friend moving in on our couch
“I know right now her situation’s rough
but if she means the world to you, she means the world to us”
it’s the patience you have with my father
and the constant help you provide in his failing health
I never knew one relationship could
so strengthen another
and even though he still awkwardly introduces you as “my friend, Rob”
rather than his daughter’s truest love
I speak for the both of us when I assure you
he sees you as his son
so rather than be dismayed
that I want to spend this Friday just like the rest
find solace in the certainty
that no hallmark card could capture
no February 14th could celebrate
no cupid’s arrow could create
this romance that I consider best.